So I'm practically counting the hours until I go home.
Madison, Connecticut is a tiny, little town on the coast of Long Island Sound (yes, CT is on the water. You'd never guess how many times I'm asked that) about smack dab in the middle of the state. We're about 16 miles east of New Haven, two hours west of Boston and an hour and a half train ride to the Big Apple.
I wasn't always a New Englander. In fact, I'm a Southerner by birth, a Midwesterner by rearing, but I claim N.E. home since we moved there before my sophomore year in high school.
You can't help but appreciate the beauty of the Connecticut coast when you've been landlocked practically all your life, and this trip should be no different for me.
I fully intend to eat my weight in seafood (raw oysters, lobster bisque, steamed mussels... it doesn't matter, I like it all) and lay out on the beach until I am at the very least good and pink.
I also want to walk down my street and do the circuit down Middle Beach (West and East) to check out the view.
This will probably be my last trip back to the family homestead (it's on the market) so I really want to make the most of the trip.
Gosh, I'm getting melancholy.
I have to agree. Having grown up in a landlocked state and moved to a place where you can see the ocean from my pool certainly changes your perspective.
The locals kind of snicker when they see me staring at the ocean like a slack-jawed idiot, but hell, they're used to it.
Have a good time.
What a coincidence! My hometown also has Route 1 going through it. Spooky!
That top picture: isn't that where the Goonies found the treasure?
And George, even when you lived in Ahia, we'd snicker at you when you were staring like a slack-jawed idiot. Of course, that was at Pure Platinum.
And don't get too melancholy. The next thing you know you'll be crestfallen.
Micah, it's the very Route 1 that runs by your house! Route 1 (We also call it Boston Post Road) runs from Maine to Miami. Always thought that'd be a cool drive.
I have a coffee table book solely about Route 1. But, as is the nature of coffee table books, it remains unread.
And, yeah, it seems like it'd be fun to drive.
Oh, yeah. How Southern is this? In my city, it is called Jefferson Davis Highway (when it isn't called simply The Boulevard - no joke).
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